Down a path worn into the woods, past a stream and a hollowed-out log full of pill bugs and termites, was a glass coffin. It rested right on the ground, and in it slept a boy with horns on his head an...
Farewell, Father, she said. He fell back upon his chair, choking. She laughed, not with mirth or even mockery, but something that was closer to a sob. You crafted me so sharp, I cut even myself.
Flattery will get you everywhere, Sam says, Except, apparently, off a roof.
Gifts are very useful to con men. Gifts create a feeling of debt, an itchy anxiety that the recipient is eager to be rid of by repaying. So eager, in fact, that people will often overpay just to be re...
Girls like her, my grandfather once warned me, girls like her turn into women with eyes like bullet holes and mouths made of knives. They are always restless. They are always hungry. They are bad news...
He closed his eyes. '' he said, but she could hear despair in his voice. It made her even angrier. It made her want to live down to his expectations.
I don’t imagine myself back in a life like theirs; what I imagine is going over there and scaring them until they cry. I would never, of course. I mean, I don’t think I would.
I will guard you from Death, for I have no fear of him.
If you want my advice, he says slowly, love doesn’t grow well, fed on pain. Grant me that I know that at least.
In general, her family wasn't very good at talking about important stuff. And of all of them, she was the least good at it. When she tried, it felt like all the chains on all her imagined safes and tr...
It turns out that having kissed someone, the possibility of kissing hangs over everything, no matter how terrible an idea it was the first time.
It was as if whatever demon possessed them, whatever force kept their corpses from the grave, had refined them in the blaze of its power, burning away their humanity to reveal something finer.
It’s just that Hazel is so—people like Hazel. Boys like Hazel. She goes through this world as if nothing touches her, as if no one can reach her, as though she’s focused on something bigger and better...
It’s sweet. All this trouble for a kitty.
Kiss me until I am sick of it.
Let’s start with a love story. Or maybe it’s another horror story. It seems like the difference is mostly in where the ending comes.
Mom I say Oh honey she says The doctor wants to see you to make sure you don't have the same thing that killed your brother. She turns to Ms.Logan who looks scandalized by the whole encounter. These...
More and more I feel like the boy who cut off his nose to spite his face.
Nevermore, Lolli said. That's what Luis calls it, because there are three rules: Never more than once a day, never more than a pinch at a time, and never more than two days in a row.
No, said Luis, You can't date the Lord of the Night Court.Well, I'm not, he dumped me.You can't get dumped by the lord of the night court.Oh, yes, you can. You so completely can.
Showing 441 to 460 of 603 results